Truth Seeker

I’m back again
Running with this pen
Scribbling my wicked rhymes
Committing grammatical crimes
I’ll hit you up
close-up
so
Shutup
And listen
Mind and glisten
I may not make sense to you
Because you cannot see through
Your judgmental views
Influenced by TV news
Don’t snooze
Your confused
With reality and fiction
Your living a contradiction
Of who you believe you are
Hiding behind an emotional scar
Your priorities ajar
Trying to find the way
Careful not to stray
Away
From societies play
You betray
Your heart
To play another’s part
Suckered from the start
Molded like clay
You grow grey
Influenced and opinionated
Look what they’ve created
You’ve been sedated
With external lies
Nobody hears your cries
until someone dies
Remove your disguise
Look through your own eyes
And you will see
To set the truth free
You cannot be me
Think on your own
Not another
Other
human clone
lost in the unknown.

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